Slapping the Disrespectful Son

"No, Father. I will not bow before this loser," Willie firmly rejected his father's order. "Who is he anyway, that I should kneel before him?"

"Father-in-law, please explain to us first. Who is this man really? Why do you respect him so much?" Saras asked, also curious about David's true identity.

"It's useless, my wife. He won't explain anything to us. Maybe Father is just dealing with too many problems, which is why his behavior has changed," Willie said confidently.

As his biological son, he believed he understood his father perfectly. Whenever Jordan Nelson was under stress, his personality and temperament would often shift.

Although it had never been as extreme as this, Willie still believed he wasn’t mistaken.

Willie then shifted his gaze to the guests still gathered in Berlian Hall.

"Everyone, I need you all to leave now," he declared.

His words caused immediate confusion. The guests exchanged glances, wondering what was happening.

"Willie, you can't just throw us out like that!"

"That's right, Young Master Nelson. We traveled all this way to attend your wedding and reunion."

"How can you dismiss us so suddenly?"

"Yes, exactly!"

Some guests were displeased with Willie Nelson’s decision. They felt insulted at being asked to leave so abruptly.

Even though Willie was the host, it was still extremely rude to expel guests before the event had ended.

"I understand how you feel," Willie said hesitantly. "But… the situation is out of control now. I don’t want you all to experience my father’s wrath. So please, do as I say."

The guests remained silent, but their expressions clearly showed their growing anger.

"Don’t worry. Soon, I promise to hold another reunion. I’ll cover all the costs," Willie added with a sweet smile, hoping to appease them.

With no other choice, the guests reluctantly complied and began heading toward the exit.

But just as they were about to leave, a loud voice rang out.

"Stop! No one is allowed to leave this hall!"

Willie turned to see his father speaking.

"Father, what do you mean?"

"Is my meaning not clear, you insolent child? I said no one is to leave! Anyone who disobeys will deal with the full force of the Nelson Family!" Jordan emphasized.

The tension in the hall thickened.

Although many of the guests were from powerful families, their influence was still below the Nelson Family.

Who would dare defy them?

"Willie, I’m telling you again—kneel before Master Smith!"

"Husband, just follow Father-in-law’s orders. Don’t argue anymore," Saras whispered.

"It’s not just you who must kneel. Even you, Saras, must do the same!" Jordan Nelson declared, having heard her whisper.

"But, Father-in-law…"

"No, Father. I will never kneel before this loser!" Willie stubbornly refused, shaking his head repeatedly.

"You insolent child!"

Jordan Nelson's rage exploded. In an instant, he swung his hand and struck Willie hard across the face.

Willie's right cheek swelled immediately, a streak of fresh blood trickling down. The pain was unbearable.

In his entire life, this was the first time his father had treated him so harshly.

"Father, this is too much!" Willie protested, clutching his wounded cheek.

He grabbed Saras’ hand, intending to leave. But just as they took a few steps, Jordan spoke again.

"Willie, stop! If you walk out that door, I will erase your name from the family registry!"

His words were so loud and firm that Willie couldn’t ignore them. He was utterly shocked.

'Damn it! Who is this loser, really? Why is Father siding with him over his own son? Bastard! Just wait—I will get my revenge,' Willie thought, clenching his fists.

After hesitating, he reluctantly turned around and walked back.

"Kneel!" Jordan Nelson commanded once more.

Finally, Willie Nelson and Saras obeyed. They knelt at David Smith’s feet. Not only them, but Jordan Nelson and his two bodyguards also did the same.

Dozens of eyes stared in disbelief. It was as if they were watching an illusion.

"Stand up. I don’t want you doing this," David Smith said flatly, his voice devoid of emotion. As if what the Nelson Family had done was nothing extraordinary.

Hearing his order, Jordan Nelson and the others quickly stood up again.

"Thank you, Master. Thank you," Jordan Nelson said sincerely.

David Smith merely gave a small nod. Then he said, "I’m leaving."

Without another word, he walked out of Berlian Hall, ignoring the many eyes that followed him with a mix of fear, awe, and confusion.

As soon as David Smith disappeared from view, Jordan Nelson hurriedly followed after him.

"Husband, who exactly is that loser? Why is Father-in-law so afraid of him?" Saras asked after Jordan left.

"I don’t know," Willie replied, shaking his head.

"Hmm… could that poor man be someone in disguise?"

"Impossible, Saras. That’s ridiculous. This is all just a misunderstanding. Father is under a lot of stress from work, so it’s normal for him to be emotional," Willie tried to convince her.

"Calm down. Soon, we’ll get our revenge. That bastard David will suffer even greater humiliation than this!" Willie vowed, his jaw tightening.

Meanwhile, outside the venue, Jordan Nelson had finally caught up to David Smith, who had already reached the gates.

"Master, Demon Lord… wait a moment!" he called out, waving his hand.

"What is it now, Jordan?" David Smith asked, stopping in his tracks.

"There’s something I need to give you," Jordan replied.